On a midnight survey of the town No place special, just around The snow fell down like feathers from the sky And all the good people were in their beds With the reading lamps on overhead And the curtains drawn against the night Quiet now Softly now Careful how you go
House to house to garden gate People waiting on buses that left too late Too late now, they're wishing they were home It gets slippery here, so watch your step We don't want to break the spell just yet The ice is thin, but maybe it will hold Quiet now Softly now Careful how you go
On a midnight survey of the town No place special just around The snow fell down like feathers from the sky
